Monday, October 1, 2007

Pumpkins = Ballgames

From "Yours," by Mary Robison, a message from the 2007 Tigers (an elderly husband), who finished 88-74, to the 2003 team that lost 119 games (a doomed wife):

"He wanted to get drunk with his wife once more. He wanted to tell her, from the greater perspective he had, that to own only a little talent, like his, was an awful, plaguing thing; that being only a little special meant you expected too much, most of the time, and liked yourself too little. He wanted to assure her that she had missed nothing."


Anson Mountain said...

From "Adina, Astrid, Chipewee, Jasmine" by Matthew Klam, a message from the 2007 Anson Mountain (He), who is always unhappy, to the 2007 Atlanta Braves team (Her):

"He wanted to slap her across the face with a brick
He wanted her to go somewhere and never come back. He was so sick of this crap. If he left now . . . but that would be impossible."

DrGravitee said...

From "The Zelda of My Heart, The Zelda of My Mind" by Marquez:

The [Yankees] better start winning some shit.